Maybe it's the weather. Or the fallen leaves, like pieces of a puzzle, strewn.
Bruno and I dropped Summie off at The National Gallery, then walked home from Trafalgar Square. We made a quick pit stop at New Bond Street, where I learnt again, that if you intend to shop (successfully) at that store, best leave your bling at home, mind your manners, and put on the cloak of humility. At the time of visit, I easily identified three (hostile) Singaporean women in their late 50s/early 60s, all decked out- alligator pumps, trench coats, silk scarves, real jewellery, stiff hair.
No one offered them any assistance.
(Hint- at this store, Service is not impressed by Pomp.)
Bruno on the other hand, was repeatedly praised for his patience and good manners.
We walked on.
We met new friends.
We got falafel and juice at Cafe Nero.
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| Cafe Nero- Westbourne Grove & Hereford |
It's the leaves. They announce that summer has passed, and fall is finally here.
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